casatoo:

tendershoulders:

hahaha

“But Dean, I don’t want to vandalize school property.”

“Dude, I double dared you. You gotta do it, now.” Dean leveled Castiel with one of his smuggest smirks, arms crossed over his chest in a half-arrogant way that is somehow still endearing, and Castiel finds himself unable to deny him.

Figures.

Instead he rolls his eyes, looking as disgruntled as always, lips pressed into a resolute line. In the low light of the evening he could just barely make out the concrete wall fencing in the back of the school parking lot, bare sans some weathered spots on its surface. The brick of the school building rubbed uncomfortably against his back through his hoodie and he sighed, arms hanging at his sides as though they were even less interested in the prospect of tagging the wall than he was.

He should have known Truth or Dare with the Winchester brothers was a bad idea - should have known the glance they’d shared when Castiel had chosen a dare in lieu of answering Sam’s question wasn’t a good sign. In his defense, though, anything was better than fessing up to the fact that he did, in fact, have a bit of a crush on someone. Perhaps even his best friend.

Said best friend, and the issuer of that double dare, pushed off the wall beside him, shooting him a grin as he pulled a few cans of spray paint out of his backpack, handing one to Castiel.

“C’mon, Cas. Don’t tell me you’re wussing out now.”

Blue eyes met green and one dark eyebrow quirked up just as the lights in the parking lot flickered to life, bathing them both in warm yellow light. Despite the low profile he preferred to keep, he never backed down from a challenge, especially one of Dean’s.

He didn’t speak, just grabbed the can from Dean’s hand - and if their fingers brushed as he did so, that certainly wasn’t his fault - and pulled his hood over his head, marching across the lot. There were cameras monitoring the lot and it was much better to be safe than sorry. Thankfully, Dean didn’t comment.

Castiel’s feet scuffed to a stopped several feet away from his target to stare at the boring, gray wall, brows knitted together in concentration. Dean hadn’t specified any particular message, so there he stood for five or six minutes, puzzling out what to spray onto its surface. A look down at the can and then back up, Castiel uncapped it, shook it, and stepped close enough to begin. After a few false starts, getting used to how the stream of paint flowed, and accidentally spraying an ugly gray smear across the thigh of his jeans, he set to work.

All the while Dean hung back, keeping out of the cameras’ view, leaning back against the brick with a huge smile on his face. It seemed he was enjoying this enough for the both of them and, though Castiel would never admit even to himself, putting that look on his best friend’s face made the potential repercussions of being caught entirely worth it.

When ten minutes had passed, the last rays of sunlight beaming out over the horizon he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Meticulously formed gray letters spelling out “Is this shade of grey acceptable?” complete with question mark. A loud, bark of laughter had him glancing over his shoulder just in time to see Dean doubling over, holding his stomach with the force of it. Castiel allowed himself a smile of his own, taking in the unabashed mirth in Dean’s expression as he made his way back across the parking lot and to his friend’s side.

The Winchester’s amusement was infectious and, within moments, Cas was laughing too. Soon they were both collapsing to the pavement, propped up next to each other along the brick wall, the cans of spray paint tipping over and rolling between them. It was moments like these, with Dean, that Castiel loved the most.

“Cas,” he muttered between panted breaths when he’d gotten his giggling almost under control - almost, “man, you are so fucking bad at this! Holy shit!” With that he was off again, laughing like there was nothing in the whole world funnier than nerdy, little Castiel Novak attempting to vandalize the concrete wall out behind their high school. And, for whatever reason, whether it was being this close to Dean - relaxed and unguarded - Castiel was inclined to agree.

(Source: syd-the-k1d, via ceilingninja)

teenagecastielnovak:

Nothing to worry about- that was new. Cas needed a bit of a break from things; the dance was exactly what he needed. It was kind of like a relaxing night to spend with Dean. No arguments or getting in trouble, or drama from students…or even a word from Raphael.

Yeah…this seemed okay…

As they headed to the school in the impala, Cas had turned up the radio to the ACDC tape, his head bopping a bit to the beat as he listened. He couldn’t sing like the lead singer of the band, but he certainly enjoyed listening to the guitar and lyrics; even though they were dirty… He had his window down and was careful not to let the wind fuck up his hair that he worked so hard to keep spiked until the dance.

With Cas moving in his periphery like that, it was so hard to keep his eyes on the road. Dean tried and failed to resist the urge to glance over at the other boy, but ultimately broke. It was a sort of selfish indulgence and he’d never really been good at denying himself things like that. Seeing Cas looking so happy their fight the day before was like a breath of fresh air and even if it hadn’t erased the guilty twist he’d been feeling in his gut all day, at least it helped.

They arrived minutes later, just as the sun was setting, their high school building backlit with its last few rays of light. The parking lot was full of cars with headlights winking on and off as people pulled in and as he parked Dean watched dozens of bodies weave in and out between them, dodging those still in motion. A bright flash of color followed shortly after by a dark blur whizzed by just as he put the impala in park, some chick in a poofy, flashy pink dress being tailed by what could only be her date.

There was no way in hell he’d ever miss that part. Ever. Girls wanting to be chased like some kind of fucking prize. Stupid. And he was no expert - fashion was way too metrosexual for him; that was more his girly brother’s thing - but he knew what he liked to look at and ‘poofy’ definitely wasn’t high on his list. Fluffy, frilly shit looked kinda ridiculous and hid all those smokin’ hot curves he liked in chicks. He stole another glance over at Cas, taking in his sharp suit and shaking his head, smiling to himself.

Yeah, he thought, that’s way better. No frills or pink here. And no chasing, thank Christ.

“C’mon, man. Dance is waitin’.” And, knowing he probably wouldn’t have another opportunity to do it since, yeah, he liked Cas, he could admit it to himself, but he wasn’t exactly ready to start doing the whole weird PDA thing, Dean leaned over to cup one of Cas’ cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss. It only lasted a moment or two because, fuck, it was sappy as hell and brought back that weird, fluttering feeling in Dean’s stomach, but it was enough. Then he was shoving his way out the car door, the ever-so-slight flush of embarrassment hidden in the dim light.

(Source: dean-thehunter)

teenagecastielnovak:

Gabriel could only grin as Dean gave him the bird. “Of course Cas likes it dirty and rough!” he laughed before climbing into his own car; “You two be safe…seriously.” If he ever received news that his little brother was hurt- he would probably act the same way Cas did when he heard about the accident.

Cas climbed into the impala, his entire face painted a dark crimson. He really did hope Dean wasn’t serious about Gabriel’s little “tease”. Once his friend was in he simply gave him a sort of “I’m pissed at your filthy thoughts” look.

“You both are disgusting pigs,” muttered Cas. He paused for a moment before leaning over to Dean’s seat and pressing his lips to his cheek. “But that’s just you and that’s why I like you so much,” he mumbled against his skin and giving one last kiss. That was exactly why he liked Dean; the womanizer, attractive, blunt, and perverted Winchester was sadly Castiel’s type.

The boy sat back in his seat and offered a timid smile to his friend. He was totally ready to go to the dance, especially since the fact he was going with Dean. In complete honesty, Cas was happy to make girls jealous…

((If Cas and Dean were to ever try…I think like after the dance they should try, but Cas chickens out because he’s like such a virgin minded person. And throughout the times when Dean and him have alone time, Dean keeps trying lol. Like- I picture it happening after Gabriel’s death, Cas and Dean doing it in the impala to the song “Free Bird” and they’re basically doing it to make each other feel better and Cas would actually be showing Dean how much he /fucking/ loves him))

“He’s in good hands, man.” Dean called out the window. Gabriel might be a prick, but at least he was a good older brother and he had to respect that. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t do the same thing if someone like him was takin’ Sammy to a dance. “Seriously.” All joking aside, sincerity bled into his voice as he turned back to fish his keys out of his pocket.

The peck on his cheek was a surprise, but a nice one, and Dean felt something in his chest flip a little when Cas did it again. Here he was, Dean fucking Winchester — ladies’ man, hotshot, and his heart was twisting from a little kiss to his cheek. No lips, no tongue, nothing. It was chaste as hell and so very Castiel that it blew right past cute and straight into endearing territory. God, he had it bad. Turning the key in the ignition, the Impala’s engine revved to life and he put his baby in drive, pulling away fromt he curb and out of the neighborhood at a breakneck pace.

“Don’t worry, Cas. I’ll make sure your virtue is still in tact by the time you get home.” He grinned over at his — date. Yeah, his date. He kinda liked the thought of that — eyes full of good humor. “Gabe’s got nothing to worry about.”

((That would be really cute, yeah.~))

(Source: dean-thehunter)

teenagecastielnovak:

Cas followed after, closing the door behind him and jumping as he heard a “hey” shouted across the yard. He cringed as he saw Gabriel leaning against his own car and wearing that stupid, stupid grin that the young Novak couldn’t stand to see.

Gabriel gave both boys a salute. “I want him home before midnight, prince charming. No drinking, drugs, all that naughty stuff.~”

Cas blushed dark and tried to make it to the impala before; “And wear a condom! I’m going out on a date tonight so I want him home safe and sound!”

That…was not what he wanted to hear…

When he slipped out the door and laid eyes on Gabriel, Dean was frozen in place. Cas had said he didn’t want Dean anywhere near his little brother after this dance and he was probably gonna be pissed now that he’d seen them. But Dean wasn’t really one for playing nice or backing down, so he pulled himself back together and cocked an eyebrow at the older boy leaning up against his car.

That is, until he realized what Gabriel was talking about. He was only just preparing to flip Castiel’s brother the bird, a blush coloring his cheeks, embarrassed scowl set in place when the quip about condoms completely threw him off. That totally wasn’t embarrassing as hell. Nope. If his cheeks had been red before, he probably looked like a fucking tomato now. That, or like he just busted every blood vessel in his face. Either, or.

Like hell they were gonna need…those things. Jesus, Gabriel was a nasty son of a bitch. In truth, he hadn’t even considered that and it brought to mind a ton of other thoughts Dean really didn’t wanna touch with a 50 foot pole. Like how Castiel might have possibly expected they might need those, too. Dean hadn’t thought that far ahead, but he wasn’t gonna let Gabriel’s joke throw him.

He collected himself enough to finish what he’d set out to do, flicking up a middle finger in Gabriel’s direction, taking Cas’s wrist in his free hand, and leading him down over the lawn to his waiting car.

“Who said I’d need condoms?” Dean leveled Gabriel with a condescending smirk. if the elder Novak was gonna be a huge prick about this, he might as well enjoy pissing him off. Two could play at that game. “See, Cas, here? He likes it rough and dirty.”

(Source: dean-thehunter)

teenagecastielnovak:

Cas’ face blushed a soft crimson. Of course Dean was his date, it was a surprise he even admitted to it since Dean was always Mister uptight about things like this. He faltered a smile and nodded, “Kay…”

He couldn’t help but turn and let his hand slide into Dean’s- it in some way felt right still. But it was sad that he also wouldn’t admit that they were actually /together/. Was he scared to show it in school and really that uptight that people would accept him for his choices.

“S-so uhm…should we head out now?” asked Cas quickly retrieving his hand from Dean’s kind of nervously.

(Sorry I haven’t replied quickly, I’ve been limited to internet ;w; )

(That is totally fine. c: There’s no need to apologize. Jeez, compared to my absences two days was nothing. I’m available to RP all evening, just so you know.~)

Their hands fit together like puzzle pieces, slotting snuggly into place, and Dean felt the warm of a flush rise from his chin to the tips of his ears in seconds. Jesus, he was acting like some fuckin’ girl, but there was really no stopping it. After an entire night agonizing over their fight the previous day, Dean was just happy they Cas wasn’t pissed anymore.

At the sound of Cas’s voice, Dean blinked himself out of his thoughts and, hiding his embarrassment, immediately pulled himself to his feet. “Yeah, man, guess it’s time to go. I um…” He was kinda at a loss for words, his eyes unable to descide whether they wanted to focus on Castiel, his feet, the floor, or some other random point in the room. Fuckin’ nerves. He wasn’t used to shit like being nervous, but there was something about being with Cas that just threw him off his usual rhythm. It was annoying as hell, but also kinda…nice.

“You…ya look good, Cas.” And he was telling the truth, even if it was a little hard to say and sounded kinda weird coming out of his own mouth. Complimenting guys - hell, looking at guys - just wasn’t something he was used to. So, with that he kinda awkwardly strode to the door, glancing around as he went to make sure none of Castiel’s siblings were around to hear him make himself sound like a huge idiot with an even bigger crush.

(Source: dean-thehunter)

teenagecastielnovak:

“O-oh right, yeah I kind of knew that,” muttered Cas with slight embarrassment. He put the rose on his Lapel and looked down at it fondly. It did look really good matching with his entire outfit. When he had it on he glanced back up at Dean and formed an actual smile from the heart; “How am I supposed to pay you back for all of this?”

Cas did have all the money in the world. He could do anything for Dean if he just asked..

Dean pulled a face, one eyebrow raised and then laughed, reaching over to clap a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. Shit, this was why he liked Cas so much. The guy was so upright and proper and, yeah, he’d admit it, it was kinda cute. His grin couldn’t get any wider as he pulled himself back into his own seat and chuckled.

“Cas, this…dude, I’m your—” It was still kinda hard to get the words out, glancing around to see if anyone was there watching or listening. “I’m your date. This is just what dates do. You don’t gotta pay me back.”

(Source: dean-thehunter)

Destiel High School AU

(Source: celestielshit, via phoenix-greece)

teenagecastielnovak:

“Y-yeah…we’re cool…” he said softly, scratching the back of his neck and looking down. When Dean suddenly changed the subject his head shot up and found a case in his hand. What did he mean blue?

Cas looked at the case then up at Dean. He took it and opened it finding a white rose in there; his heart skipped a beat. “D-Dean I-u-uhm…th-thanks,” he blushed and glanced around nervously. What was with all the gifts? How was he going to repay Dean back? 

Hell he didn’t know, not even a kiss or a hug or a /simple/ “Thank you” would be enough. 

Despite the seriousness of their situation and how heavy their conversation had been just moments earlier the look of surprise on Castiel’s face drew a fond chuckle out of Dean, green eyes bright with mirth.

“Have you never been to a dance before or somethin’? It’s a boutineer, dude. You pin it right here.” Before he could continue Dean felt his face flush rosy red, pointing to his own lapel. “Girls usually get corsages ‘n shit, but you’re not a girl so…” Dean glanced away, shaking his head a little awkwardly as he pulled out his own and pinned it to his own lapel.

(Source: dean-thehunter)

*Smiles and leans into the touch, eyelids sliding closed.* You know how I feel about you, Cas.

teenagecastielnovak:

Cas gave an almost relieved sigh. Good…so he wasn’t alone on this. Dean understood that really- they both made the mistake and actually want to fix this. “Wh-why didn’t you just…stick around and let me explain?” he asked softly, looking down at his lap timidly.

He thought Dean would listen to him…or something. Then he remembered he still had to tell Gabriel that there wasn’t anything wrong with detention and it didn’t screw up his college plans or anything.

Shit…

With a sigh, Dean shifted, running a hand through his hair. He’d expected a lot more anger on Castiel’s part and a lot more explaining on his so the fact that things were going this smoothly was kinda throwing him off. Dean had showed up prepared for a fight or to be turned down and he hadn’t prepared a speech for the off chance Cas might actually apologize, too.

Here goes nothin’.

“Dude, I just…I dunno, okay? Got no clue. I just reacted and didn’t think about it. It kinda hurt to think you’d, you know.” Dean wasn’t going to name it, so he didn’t. “But we’re cool…right? Cuz, Cas I…” He swallowed thickly, but stopped himself from continuing, glancing around for something to help him change the subject. Talking about his feelings wasn’t one of those things he would ever be good at.

Luckily the flower in its plastic case was enough of a distraction. He slid it out from under his arm and offered it to Castiel.

“I uh…was gonna get blue but they ran out.” 

(Source: dean-thehunter)